Roman pushed his damp hair off of his forehead with one hand and held his phone in the other, as he walked down the hallway of his hotel. He had just finished working out at the gym and was going to hit the vending machine on the way back to his room. As he rounded the corner, he saw a brown haired girl standing in front of the drink cooler, contemplating her purchase.

"Hey Dean, let me hit you back in a bit, okay?" Roman said, "Yeah. Cool. Later bro."

Roman tucked his phone into his pocket. He wasn't sure why but he always felt rude talking on the phone in front of anyone not involved in his conversation, especially in such a small room like the one he was currently entering. It just seemed like bad manners to him.

He needn't have rushed off the phone, however, because in the small window of time it took him to end the call, the brunette had made her selection and turned to leave. She gave him a small smile and Roman nodded at her with a smile of his own.

Roman walked up to the cooler as he dug around in the pocket of his gym shorts for change, assessing the shelves and his options.

"Damn," he muttered quietly to himself "all out of Vitamin Water."

Ever since one of the Diva's had given him one backstage Roman had developed a slight obsession with his post workout fruity tasting water. Dean and Seth gave him a ton of crap about it, but he couldn't help it. And hey, there are way worse vices to have.

"Um, you can have mine, if you want," a voice behind him says.

Roman jumps a little, slightly startled, before turning around to see the brown haired girl that left moments ago. He smiled at her, his cheeks burning slightly from appearing so skittish.

"I didn't realize you were still out there," he said, chuckling lightly.

"I wasn't trying to creep on you or anything," she said, smiling back at him. "I stopped just for a second to answer a text and heard you. So…?" She held out the bottle in front of her, gesturing for him to take it.

"Oh, that's very sweet of you, but it's alright. I'll get something else," he said, surprised by how nice a complete stranger was being. Sure, fans gave him gifts and fawned over him all the time, but if this girl was fan she didn't act like it. There was usually more shrieking and jumping involved in that sort of interaction.

"No really, take it," she insisted, "I chose it 'eenie-meenie-miney-moe' style, anyway. And it sounds like you're jonesing" she teased him lightly.

Roman couldn't help but to laugh at that. He reached forward and grabbed the bottle from her, noticing it was his favorite flavor.

He looked up from the bottle and took a second to take the girl in. She was short, couldn't have been more than a few inches over five feet. She had pale skin and her light brown hair fell in soft curls that landed just above her waist. On her face were black framed glasses, and she wore a simple blue t shirt and grey shorts. While her clothes were modest enough to keep her covered, they fit her in a way that emphasized her curves. She was cute, and just Roman's type.

Dude, get a grip, he thought to himself, looking away quickly, hoping she didn't think he was a sleaze.

"Um, well, okay. Thanks," Roman said, meeting her eyes "you sure?"

"Yeah, it's really no big deal," she assured him.

"Okay, well let me at least pay for your replacement. It's the least I can do for you giving me my fix," he said. "It wouldn't be fair to make you pay for both."

"Well, if you insist," she shrugged her shoulders with a smile.

"Pick your poison," Roman said as he gestured to the machine. He reached back into his pocket for his quarters, and moved over slightly so she could make her choice.

She fidgeted in front of the cooler for a minute, finally settling on a sweet tea and punching in the code on the keypad. Roman leaned forward and stuck the quarters in the slot, his arm brushing her shoulder as he did. He stomach did a tiny flip at the touch.

This is like high school pathetic, he thought to himself, smiling a tiny bit. He couldn't help it- this girl was cute and something about her intrigued him a bit.

The girl bent down and grabbed her drink from the small door at the bottom of the machine. She twisted the cap off and took a small sip. Swallowing and replacing the top, she smiled up at Roman.

"Thank you," she said.

"No problem, thank you," Roman said, gesturing with the bottle.

The girl turned and walked into the hallway, stopping just outside the door and turned towards Roman once more.

"Anytime, Superman," she said as she gave him a final nod and a quick wink, then started off towards her room.

Roman's smile grew at that and he walked out of the room, quickly catching up to her, his legs roughly twice the length of hers making it easy.

"Ah, so you're a fan," he mused, walking up beside her. "Here I thought you were just a Good Samaritan." He smiled at her, raising his eyebrow in mock skepticism.

The girl laughed gently and looked up at him, as she reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Who's to say I wouldn't have done the same thing for anybody else?" She asked with a smile, clearly not offended.

And Roman might have been imagining it, but she seemed to be flirting with him. Oh, get over yourself, he thought, dismissing the notion as soon as it crossed his mind. Still, he figured flirting a little himself wouldn't hurt anybody.

He put a playful pout on his face and looked over at her "Oh, here I was thinking I was special. Guess I'm just a sad, fruity water obsessed wrestler you took pity on at the vending machine."

She laughed out loud and stopped walking, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow, pretending to study him for a few seconds. She smiled and gently patted Roman's forearm. The touch was far to short in Roman's opinion.

"I guess I just couldn't resist a superhero in distress," she finally said, starting to walk again.

They both laughed at that. For a minute or so they walked next to one another silently, each taking a few sips of their drink. Suddenly the girl stopped and reached into the pocket of her shorts.

"Well, this is me," she said, nodding at the door she had stopped in front of.

"Oh!" Roman said, and looked around quickly, realizing he hadn't been paying attention the entire time they were walking. As luck would have it, he was standing right in front of his own door as well, just across from the pretty brunette's.

"Me too," he said pointing to his own room, "I guess we're neighbors." This is awesome he chanted in his head, imitating the popular WWE crowd chant.

The girl popped her key card into the slot on her door and pushed it open before turning to Roman, and flashing him a big smile.

"Well then, I guess I'll see you around. Have a good night, Roman. Stay hydrated!" She let out one last giggle and walked inside, letting the door close behind her, and leaving Roman smiling like an idiot to himself in the hallway.

He shook his head and dug around for his own keycard, the grin never leaving his face. He had a feeling this week was going to be a good one.